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Strider had placed Frodo on the horse as they pressed onward with much haste. Even the hobbit's strong will was beginning to dim as they continued and he swayed dangerously in the saddle. Strider steadied him as best he could. The Man worried greatly of the little halfling and the reason he could come up with was that he was slowly falling for him.
// I can't be falling for the halfling. He has Sam's love and friendship. He doesn't need me…. // Strider fought over and over with himself on the matter until night fell and Frodo was worse.
"We have to do something Strider else he'll die!" said Sam in a tone that nearly broke the Man's heart. Pippin and Merry were equally as distraught as Sam, though they showed it less.
"Sam do you of athelas?"
"Athelas?"
"Kings foil."
"Yes. It is only a weed but…-"
"Help me find some" Strider handed over the torch and headed off. Sam followed quickly afterwards in a different direction though. As the Man ran through the woods, his thoughts dwelled on the hobbit. He found what he was looking for and knelt. The Man began to cut it free then felt a blade just under his chin.
"What is this? A Ranger caught off his guard?" said a female voice behind him.
Back at the camp, Sam had returned and without much luck. Strider and the female arrived shortly afterwards speaking to themselves. After a talk, the Ranger handed the hobbit over to the female whose name was Arwen.
"Ride hard. Don't look back," he said before he struck the horse's flanks and both the woman and the hobbit were off.
"What are you doing? Those things are still out there!" yelled Sam hastily as his master was taken by the woman. Strider made no reply for his thoughts were too deeply rooted in the hobbit's survival to argue with Samwise.
// Please make it Frodo… // thought the Man to himself as he readied the others and they set off after Arwen and Frodo.
TBC….
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